My Voice

I find myself in a very strange place of late

My life is hurtling forward to a new and better place

It’s as though I’m simply along for the ride at times

I’m feeling a disconnect with old ways, old titles and ties

Oddly, I find myself without words

Processing, shedding, processing more

No words seem adequate to tell this story

The old words?

They were culled, stolen and groomed

On a very deep level

I understand my heart’s reticence to resume writing that way

There are enough similar situations, behaviours and words

To both elicit those words and to frighten them away as quickly as they come

It may be fair to say that I’m as yet, one of the damaged ones

I pick up my pen, rest fingers to keys; then sigh and turn back to reality

The words are there yet, I hear them whisper and echo deep in my soul

A relinquished muse, ear tuned to again capture that one perfect note

Poetry waiting patiently to be released from a damaged psyche

Echo will find her own song

Narcissus is dead and can’t fill her head

Now that he’s gone

~ kei

16 July 2014

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